exhausted

Sometimes I come home from work to scenes of play-time carnage. Fun was had so thoroughly by all that it left comatose baby, husband, and toddler in its wake.

It's days like these that I really wish that both Bill and I could be stay-at-home parents. Neither of us should have to miss this.

All you millionaires who read my blog - how about a sponsorship? eh? eeeehhh???